If you've ever had <br />A small child in your life, <br />You know the joy <br />Of watching them <br />Discover something on their own. <br /> <br />The following conversation <br />Took place in my garden, <br />One warm June day, <br />Just after my little boy <br />Had turned three. <br /> <br />'Look Mom...a bug! ! ! <br />He's going very fast! ' <br /> <br />'Yes, I see that Buddy... <br />Mind, the flowers, <br />Stay on the grass' <br /> <br />'Can I help you water Mom? ' <br /> <br />'Sure you can bud... <br />I'll just go get the watering can.' <br /> <br />'Mom, I have a great idea! ! ! ' <br /> <br />'What's that Bud? ' <br /> <br />Mind on other things... <br /> <br />'I can take the water <br />From my swimming pool! ! ' <br /> <br />I pause for a moment <br />And focus <br />On what he's just said. <br />It sinks in. <br />Only three, you say? <br /> <br />'You're right Bud... <br />You can <br />That's called conservation.' <br /> <br /> <br />Dee Daffodil, September 12th,2006 (H.W)<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conservation-conversation/
